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So...let me tell you one thing before you start reading it...that it is totally my imagination...I've joined some relevant details and made up this...And one important thing I, Me, Myself have been said by Irrfan sir...Hope you all like it❤

"I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye

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"I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."

27.04.20

As I sit here in my house in Mumbai, with my wife and children the only thing I can remember is Amma.

She must be waiting for me right?

She has been there by my side throughout my life and when she needed me I could not be there. I could not even see her for the last time...

I miss her...so much.

~Flashback~

Irrfan's age - 5 years

"Irrfan..."

"Ji ammi..."

"You may fly kite afterwards..eat your food now!"

"Not right now Ammi...otherwise my kite will be cut..."

"Eat a little Irrfan...then play as much as you want to."

"No Ammi I don't want to eat now..."

"Ok then, if you will not eat I will also not eat..."

She made a pout faking anger.

"Ammi..you'll not listen right?"

He let go of the string which was attached to the kite and came and stood near her opening his mouth.

~Flashback end~

Who will feed me now? Huh? Who will check whether I ate or not? Who will tell stories to Ayaan and Babil?

"Where are you Amma..?"

He asked looking up, towards the sky as if asking the God that why He took his mother away from him.

"Imran was there, Salman was there but I couldn't be there..."
( Imran and Salman are his brothers)

"Who wil-"

"Irrfan..."

His wife called him.

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